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When we are raised from deep distress




When we are raised from deep distress,
Our God deserves a song;
We take the pattern of our praise
From Hezekiah's tongue.


The gates of the devouring grave
Are opened wide in vain,
If he that holds the keys of death
Commands them fast again.


When he but speaks the healing word
Then no disease withstands;
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly, as he commands


Pains of the flesh are wont t' abuse
Our minds with slavish fears:
"Our days are past, and we shall lose
The remnant of our years."


We chatter with a swallow's voice,
Or like a dove we mourn,
With bitterness instead of joys,
Afflicted and forlorn.


Jehovah speaks the healing word,
And no disease withstands;
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly at his commands.


If half the strings of life should break,
He can our frame restore;
He casts our sins behind his back,
And they are found no more.


To him I cried, "Thy servant save,
Thou ever good and just;
Thy power can rescue from the grave,
Thy power is all my trust!"


He heard, and saved my soul from death.
And dried my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
Through my remaining years.


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When we are raised from deep distress,
Our God deserves our song;
We take the pattern of our praise
From Hezekiah's tongue.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Is 38:9;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      # 55
      1826# 122
      MUSIC
      Name: WILTSHIRE
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1795
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